Shelly

Chapter 1: the first time

by aqualityofmercy

You could say that it began innocently enough, though my sister, Lorna, always claims credit (if that's the right word). She had just turned 13 while I was only a couple of months off my 12th birthday. We had something of an up and down relationship, mainly because, I have to admit, I was bit of a pest and a tease at times.

Mum and Dad had left us for couple of hours one Saturday afternoon to go to an introductory bridge course (you know that card game) leaving the brand new teenager in charge. Lorna had her best friend Kate over and they were playing some sort of girly game on the floor in her bedroom. I didn't care what the game was, I just wanted to have a stir. So I was hanging around the bedroom door demanding that I be allowed to play as well.

"Mum said you were supposed to look after me so that means you should let me play too," and so on.

Lorna: "Micky, this is a girls game, boys aren't allowed to play"

Kate : "No, girls only"

"Bullshit", I said, "anybody can play it"

"Don't swear, Micky," snapped Lorna, "or I'll tell Mum"

"Please Lorna, be nice"

Exasperated, the two girls sat back and stared at me in irritation. Then they turned to look at each other and I saw a slow smile form on their faces.

"Alright", said Lorna, "but you will have to pretend to be a girl."

Now I'm not stupid, I knew that this was their way of getting me to go away, but I wasn't going to be put off that easily. I decided to call their bluff.

"Okay," I said, "I'll pretend to be a giddy girl."

"You'll have to dress up, you know."

"So what." (indifferent shrug). So cool.

There was a whirlwind of activity.

"You can't wear ugly boy undies under your dress. Take them off and put on these panties."

"No way"

"Well, then you are not being a pretend girl unless you do. Come on"

"Oh, alright." (resigned sigh)

Soon I was clad in one of Lorna's grown-out-of dresses (she had heaps of clothes) wearing a camisole and panties with my longish hair brushed and held by two pink clips. I looked at myself in the mirror and had to admit I looked the part and the outfit was surprisingly comfortable.

The game was better than I expected and we were all soon having fun. The girls dubbed me Michele for the duration.

Suddenly, we heard the garage access door open downstairs and Mum call out. "Lorna, Micky, where are you?"

"Shit." said Lorna (so much for my swearing!). "Quick, Kate get her changed, I'll head Mum off."

Another whirlwind of activity and all was well.

That evening the folks must have wondered what was going on, because every now and then Lorna and I would look at each other and give a little giggle.

Later when we said goodnight Lorna whispered, "You did have fun, didn't you?"

I thought it was time I reasserted my 'boyness': "It was okay".

She just gave me a knowing smile and threw me a kiss.